❝Watching her smile with someone else felt like the bitter echo of a melody I had composed for her alone.❞

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

We met for coffee today, the familiar scent of roasted beans mingling with the bittersweetness of our reunion. It felt like no time had passed at all, our laughter echoing through the café as if we were picking up where we left off, as if the years between us had been but a fleeting dream. But the words I wanted to say, the confessions I've rehearsed a thousand times in my mind, stayed lodged in my throat, trapped by the fear of irreparable change, of losing the fragile bond we've managed to preserve.